At Last

Before I could say anything, his finger slowly pressed deeper inside me. The foreign sensation made me catch my breath. His finger had been inside me once before, but somehow this felt different. Maybe it was because I knew what would happen. Maybe, it was because I was different. I didn’t know, and I didn’t care. I just silently begged him not to stop and run away this time.

I whimpered in disappointment when he pulled his finger out, but the whimper didn’t last long when he added another finger. I couldn’t breathe at all anymore. I was so full, and I couldn’t imagine how I could take anything bigger. But I knew HE was. Oh god, I was going to die.

“Breathe, little one. Relax. You were meant for this,” Noah whispered in my ear.

I didn’t remember him moving up beside me, but I was grateful. I turned towards him and was captivated by his eyes. His fingers began to move in and out, stretching and finding places deep inside me that I had no idea would cause any sensation at all. Noah began to flick my clit as he moved, and I lost the ability to think or talk.

“Look at me, baby girl,” he whispered, and I was helpless to refuse.

I pushed my heavy eyelids open and met his gaze. The beautiful depths of his eyes were burning with desire and joy as he watched me.

I was beyond worrying or embarrassment and drowned in his eyes as the pleasure invoked by his hand swamped me.

“Cum, princess. I want to watch your sweet eyes as you come apart on my fingers,” he demanded of me.

I kept my eyes locked with his allowing our intimate moment to shelter me. There was no world; there were no other people; it was just Noah and I in our own little bubble. Nothing could hurt either one of us.

He moved faster, and I moaned helplessly as my hips moved with his hand, feeling the sensations begin to grow until the pleasure exploded and took me with it. Fire shot through my veins into every inch of my body, followed by the tingling of relief.

I slumped back on the bed, limp and deliciously satisfied. I had never felt so much wonder and pleasure until that moment, and I wasn’t in a hurry to end it.

“Beautiful, sweetness,” he whispered, pulling his fingers out of my sensitive hole.

I whimpered and closed my eyes, unable to move even if I had wanted to. I heard the ripping of foil, and I turned to watch as Noah grasped the base of his cock then slowly slid the condom on. It was an erotic sight watching him touch himself, and I wondered if I would ever get bored seeing it.

My only gripe would be it didn’t last long at all. But even that faded when Noah knelt between my legs and pulled them around his hips.

“I may hurt you, precious. But I promise I will do my best to make sure you enjoy this as well,” Noah swore to me.

I bit my lip and nodded my understanding. I never expected my first time to be as pleasurable as it was. How could I stop trusting Noah now?

He leaned forward and slowly began to press the tip of his cock into my eager pussy. I closed my eyes and hissed my pain as my body struggled to accommodate him. A finger began to play and massage my clit, sparking the waning pleasure that the pain seemed determined to snatch away. The pleasure and pain grew and mixed as he pulled out and slid even further in with each steady thrust. I didn’t know which was more powerful.

He was pressed so deep inside me that I wasn’t sure if I had any more room. All at once, he stopped when he hit the barrier inside me.

“Look at me, Becca, baby,” he demanded in a hoarse voice.

I opened my eyes again and looked up at his face that was tight with the strain of holding himself in check. The amount of care and work he put into making sure I felt pleasure made my heart melt for him, and I knew… I knew in that instant that I loved him.

I may be young and inexperienced in the matters of love and sex, but I knew without a doubt that I loved Noah Jones with all my heart and soul. With my love for him shining in my eyes, I reached up and touched his face gently. He turned his head and pressed a gentle kiss into the palm of my hand. With a hard thrust, he broke the barrier of my maidenhood and buried himself fully inside me.

I cried out as the pain was quickly replaced by the joy and satisfaction that I was completely his. My heart, soul, mind, and now my body belonged to Mr. Jones.

His head dropped down with a loud, soul-deep groan. “Fuck,” he whispered.

“Are you alright?” I asked with worry at the sound of strain in his voice.

I tried to move, thinking I had done something to hurt him.

“Don’t move!” he ordered harshly.

I winced. “I-I’m sorry. I just don’t want to hurt you.”

He let out a strained chuckle. “I just took your virginity, and you’re worried that I am hurt. Baby girl, I’m trying not to hurt YOU any more than I had to.”

“Oh…” I said with a shy smile. “Well, I’m fine. Yes, it did hurt. But I don’t feel the pain anymore. If you want to… continue… I can.”

Noah’s eyes darkened with passion. “Oh, I want to continue. Just give me a moment. I didn’t realize how hard it would be to control myself. But the feeling of your tight, wet pussy squeezing the life outta my cock.”

He hung his head again and squeezed his eye tight. His hands tightened around my hips to the point of pain.

“Well,” I began and arched against him again. “Continue.”

“Don’t… fucking… move,” he snarled, gripping my hips tighter.

“Why?” I whined.

My movements caused him to shift inside of me, and it sent a bolt of pleasure through me once more. I wanted to do it again, and I couldn’t stop myself from experimenting. His hips moved with me before he could stop himself once more.

“Rebecca…” he groaned helplessly. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re not,” I moaned. “Please, Sir. Please, it feels soo good. Don’t stop now.”

“Fuck,” he choked out. “Fine. But if it hurts and you don’t say anything, I swear to god, I’m going to beat your ass until you can’t sit down for a week!”

I knew his words were meant to be a warning, but the idea of him spanking me was so erotic that it just made me wetter. He slowly pulled out, then pressed back inside, rubbing and stretching my pussy. I couldn't believe I was taking him, holding him inside me, and I wanted more. I reached up and gripped his arms, digging my nails in as I tried to move against him. But his grip was too tight, and I couldn’t do anything but beg him for more.

With a curse, Noah began to move faster, harder as his control grew so tight that I could see the evidence of it breaking in his face.

“God, baby girl. I can’t hold back anymore. Cum with me,” he demanded as his finger found my clit again and pinched it.

The pleasure and joy slammed into me, and I gave it to it. I wanted him out of control. I wanted him to give me all of him as I would give all of myself in return.

“Yes, Sir!” I cried and allowed the sensations to drown me again until the world shattered in a way I had never experienced before.

I came apart in his arms as I screamed his name and heard my own echoed from his lips. His pleasure only enhanced my own, along with a sense of satisfaction that I could give him such relief.